Time to Pay the Price [Purple Guy x Reader]

Chapter 15

~Vincent's POV~

I froze. It took a moment for my mind to process it all. But when it did, I immediately recognized the voice.

My first instinct was to run, so, that's what I did. Panic overtaking me, I ran around the gravestone and into the woods it was all at the edge of. My heart beat against my chest. I couldn't think straight. In my moments of terror and wild panic, I tripped just as I broke the edge of the woods.

Frick. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die, and no one will ever find me. My mind scrambled for a solution to my problem and I barely managed to stumble back to my feet again.

I started off again, somewhat limping, but a hand grabbed the back of my shirt and jerked me backwards. I stumbled, my eyes going wide. I felt a blade on my neck as I felt my body press against someone else's.

I'm gonna die...

"Please..." I managed, focusing on the sound of my heart beating quickly out of my terror. It was silent as I stood there stiff, unmoving because of the knife to my neck.

Finally, I felt the knife's sharp edge be moved away from me, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. They shoved me off of them, and I stumbled once again, but quickly found my balance and turned to face them.

Those cold green eyes I couldn't forget stared back at me blankly. Well, not completely blankly; there seemed to be a glint of disgust or distaste in her expression, but I didn't question why. I was just happy to not be on the ground with my throat slit right now.

After a long moment, she said, "Just be glad my sister's not here. She has less morals, and she would've had me to kill you." And then she turned and walked back towards the grave site, putting her knife in her pocket.

I held my breath, watching her go, then stepped forward slowly. I debated wether or not to go back along with her and risk pushing her temper, or just calling it a day and going home.

Eventually, I decided on pushing my limits.

I walked after her slowly. "Edha, wait-"

"Don't call me that." she snapped, not even turning to face me. "I know, just.."

She stopped a moment as if debating wether or not to finish her sentence.

She sighed. "...come on if you wish." But there was still disapproval of my being here in her voice.

She continued on, and I slowly followed.

I was quiet for a moment, but then I said, "I'm sorry, you know. I wouldn't have been here in the first place if I wasn't."

She chuckled, not a light-hearted chuckle, like one of those strained, evil chuckles you make when you're trying not to turn around and snap someone's neck.

"You, Vincent, get away with too many 'I'm sorry's.'" she said blankly.

I took that as my acknowledgement that she didn't forgive me and if I brought it up again without her permission to she was going to slit my throat, so I shut up and followed her on in silence again.

As we broke from the woods back into the clearing where Mike's grave lay, I immediately was startled by a bark. And an all to familiar one. I turned, to see she had apparently brought the dog that'd literally almost bit my leg off with her, because it was tied by the leash attached to its expensive collar to a nearby weak tree.

"Heel, boy," she huffed, and he shut up, sitting down neatly as she went over and untied him, before walking over with him to the grave.

The dog sniffed at the ground, then whimpered and looked up at her somewhat sadly, as if knowing. It sat down at the woman's feet as she stared blankly at the gravestone.

I, with guilt rushing through me now, walked around and up behind them as they paid their respects. I glanced at the grave of my now-dead friend.

There was silence for a moment.

Then she asked, quietly and with her voice cracking slightly, "Were you two good friends, Vincent?"

I didn't look at her, but simply answered, "Yeah. I'd say that."

She was quiet again, then said out of the blue, "He never approved of what me and my sister did. But... we were family, you know?"

I just nodded.

Her dog turned around and looked at me, blinked, then growled lowly. She reached down and petted him on the head without tearing her focus away from the grave, and he stopped, but he still glared at me.

Another awkward silence fell.

"...you should go. Liana said she'd be here as soon as possible. She carries a pistol around, you know, and she has an especially deep hatred for you, pretty boy." she said. It was in a tone that sounded flat but had that 'I also hate you, but I'm not gonna admit it to you over a dead relative's grave' kind of tint to it that made me nod and turn to leave.

As I walked off down the trail I took to arrive here, she called, "Oh, and.. Vincent?"

I turned to look over my shoulder.

"Tell (Y/N) I said hi, will ya?" she added, in a snarky tone with a little wink and smirk I could barely catch from my angle.

I rolled my eyes and turned away. "Yeah... yeah, whatever."